Trail Of Tears

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Born from a moist phere, Escapes its pace when the void clears,
It's vulnerable for depletion but sometimes destroys fear.
Engaged on a dry surface, Significance holds a high purpose,
Moves parallel and disonest corruption til it lies nervous.
Damping, conquering the mortal canvas, Every chance it...
Gets, Aggressive emotion, Ocular puddles turn blinks to glances.
Leaving a stained track as it seems to have laid back,
A veritcal stand-still as it lies and remains tact.
It owns many meanings from death to baby teething,
Pain and happiness intertwine time to form water streaming.
They all fade, Evaporate off the face of blame,
But some neglect light and ask for shade.
This human characteristic masks its linquistics,
It's a silent poem of flow to expose metaphoric lyricists.
It's something we're not, Something to hear when sparing our ears.
It's roughing our plot, Wondering what follows a trail of tears.